Softened by the Sea

I stood

where the ocean

met the sky.

Watching footprints

fade away with every wave.

Some things leave. Some things stay.

The sea

never asked

me why. (hmmmm)

Every high. Every low.

Every place I’ve ever known.

The tide

keeps moving.

So will I.

Like the tide… I always

find my way. No matter

how far

I drift away.

The waves may pull me under.

The wind may change my course.

But every time…

I come back

stronger than before.

Morning left

salt on my skin.

The shoreline

kept my secrets.

Broken shells beneath my feet.

The horizon

never waited. Still somehow… the ocean

kept breathing. So did I.

Nothing lasts. Not the silence.

Not the distance. Not goodbye.

Every ending

meets another shore.

The sea

never hurried. It never cared who I used to be.

It simply

came back… Again. And again.

(ohhh) Until I believed

I could too.

Like the tide…

I’m still

coming home. Not to a place.

But to

the person I’ve become.

Every wave

has shaped me. Every scar

has softened. Nothing stays.

Nothing’s lost. The tide always returns.

Tomorrow the shoreline will remember my steps.

The ocean will rise again.

And so will I.